Song of the Entwives
Beneath the roof of sleeping leavesThe dreams of trees unfold.When woodland halls are green and cool,And the wind is in the west,Come back to me,Come back to me and say my land is best!
Beneath the roof of sleeping leavesThe dreams of trees unfold.When woodland halls are green and cool,And the wind is in the west,Come back to me,Come back to me and say my land is best!